When I was youngstump and shingle, I playacted like the worldly was my oystercatcher. I put no, no..no no no no, there's no limits on what I wanted out of lifeguard.
My mind was game set and matchmaker on doing the right thing for my parenthesis. They had hellraised me from a small childicot, and nurtured and prodetected me from the dangermouse of life's rigormortis.
I wentworth to work when I counterturned sixteen. The work was hardiflinch but I found I enjoyed every miniscule of...

I heard the "rant" section was short on a few entries this year..so let me contribute a little something and maybe it might inspire a few more bloggers to get their "rant" on..eh?

The subject Im about to rant about is...well...me?
I feel Im educated and experienced enough to give a full account of me..due to the fact that I know just how stupid I can be sometimes, you know?
Take the "Decorating" experience, for instance
Now..Im intelligent...

After 13 years..or maybe it was a couple of minutes spent surveying this triumph of model making...I regained a sembelance of reality.Years later...I discovered that the Batmobile..the original 1966 one..was modelled on the 1955 Lincoln Futura Concept car and it never sat well with me because the Batmobile..was..in my opinion..one of a kind..not some cheap rip off of another car and to this day..I still believe.

There was much whooping and slapping of backs and "hard luck" calls..but mixed in with that..I saw stark bare naked relief on all of their faces that day.As far as any of us kids could recall..NO ONE had ever managed to steal from Burdens and get away with it. Even the bigger kids who continually reminded us younger 'uns we were pussies and had no street cred to speak of, were (in our minds) up at the Big Place...

The morning began to burn and to me at least....it felt like someone had slipped a tube of heat rub into my sanshoes (dammit sneakers y'all) We had no provisions..neither food nor drink..because we were mighty pioneers!..we killed bears..and saved old ladies..and dodged speeding cars...and...well ok..we just plain forgot. What nine year old kid do you know who is well versed in forward planning?
I turned to Wyatt..and Doc...ok..Mike and Pete..and was about to ask them if they had any idea...